All Chapters of Craving The Playboy's Touch : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Emma I didn’t want to think about the humiliation anymore. I didn’t want to listen to the painful ache in my heart or the memory of Trevor’s hurtful voice. I just wanted to feel something different. Something stronger. I kept my eyes locked on Adrian. His breathing was already hot and heavy, like he wanted to have a taste of me right away, but he didn’t touch me more than he already did. He was waiting, waiting for me to say the words. I reached forward and grabbed the collar of his dress shirt, pulling him toward me with a burst of force. He let out a low groan as I tugged him closer, the sound vibrating deep against my chest. My fingers fumbled with his buttons for a second, my heart racing, before I managed to pop them open. I shoved the shirt off his broad shoulders and tossed it onto the floor. I let out a soft whimper, my breath catching in my throat as I looked at him. His chest was broad and solid, with muscles that looked like they were carved out of stone. My eye

Emma I stepped under the hot, steaming spray of water, letting it wash over my body. I hoped the heat would soothe the throbbing ache between my thighs and wash away the vivid memories of Adrian,the way his mouth felt on me, the heavy weight of his hands, the deep command in his voice, and the way he had completely filled me. I stood there for a long time, my forehead leaning against the cold bathroom tiles while the water hammered against my skin. Every time I closed my eyes, I could still feel the way he gripped my hair and the intense way he looked at me when he told me to call him "Daddy." I knew I shouldn't be doing this with the brother of the woman I hated the most. But the worst part was, I had loved every single second of it. It was addicting, like a drug I didn't want to stop taking. I turned to face the glass door of the bathroom and I froze, my heart leaping into my throat. “Holy shit! What the fuck are you doing? How long have you been standing there?” Adrian s

Trevor. I should have trusted the part of me that didn't believe Allysia when she told me it was all in the past and that she was "good" with Emma. Because what I’m seeing on my screen right now does not look like forgiveness at all. There, right on the screen, is a side-by-side post. On the left is a video of Emma from the day of our engagement party. It was the day she found out about my relationship with Allysia. She looks a mess, wearing those big, clunky eyeglasses, her face red, and her eyes swimming in tears like she was about to have a total breakdown. On the right is a picture of her from our wedding yesterday. It looks like it was taken when she wasn't looking. She’s in that red dress, a confident smile on her face, looking like a completely different person. The caption under the post makes my blood run cold: “From desperate, heartbroken and ugly to trying too hard to seduce my husband at our wedding! Some people just don’t know when to let go of what was never meant

Adrian I drove toward my dad’s estate to attend the fucking stupid family lunch. I was only going because my father hadn’t insisted I show up. He said he had something to tell me, and there was an urgency in his tone that made me think it was actually important. Whatever it is, I can’t wait for the many hours ahead to go by fast so I can the fuck out. To keep my mind off the boredom, the post Allysia made about Emma came back to my mind. I had been expecting Allysia to do something, but I never thought she would go that far. I knew her silence wasn't normal after Emma slapped her at the wedding, and especially after she saw Emma and me together. I called Emma immediately after I saw the post just to check up on her. She didn’t sound worried or pissed at all. She even laughed at a silly joke I made. The only thing she complained about was how her ankle still hurt a little and the soreness between her legs from where I had hit her. To my surprise, she was too calm. I was glad it di

Adrian. I turned to the side and looked at my father. He was always dressed as if he had just stepped out of a board meeting, even in the comfort of his own home. The man didn't know how to relax; every moment was a transaction. “Dad,” I said. I kept it brief. My voice wasn't cold, but it wasn’t warm either. My mind drifted back to our argument at Allysia’s wedding yesterday. He took a few steps forward, looking like he wanted to do more, maybe place a hand on my shoulder, but he stopped himself. He simply nodded and stepped back, maintaining that familiar distance. “Saw you got the company another big contract.” He looked at me, his expression blank, but his voice held a rare weight. “I’m proud of you, son.” I nodded slightly, accepting the rare praise. He straightened his tie and gestured toward the dining room. “Let’s not keep the others waiting. Victoria has spent all morning ensuring this lunch is perfect.” I watched him walk away, his back straight and unyielding. I fel